Alright, so I was originally not going to publish anything until Steph-nee put up her SongFic... it's been a long time and I just don't feel like subjecting all of you guys to the torture (haha, yeah right) of not being able to read my stuffs... so I'm posting again (as you saw with The Soon that I posted like... a few days ago. So, I think this is my first Musashi OC fic and hope it's as good as I thought it was two months ago when I took five minutes to write it. xD
Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own this amazing series. Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata do.
Every time she asked, he said "no, but thank you."
Every time she gave him that disappointed face, he said "I'm sorry… maybe another time when I'm not so busy with work."
Every time her face lit up with that smile and a nod before walking off, he said to himself "maybe…" but then shook his head and returned to his work.
His work was tiring and strenuous, it took long hours and he had quit school to pursue it in his father's absence; to pick up the slack. He couldn't play his favorite sport, hang out with his best friends, or date. There wasn't enough time. There were deadlines. There was paperwork, paychecks, hospital visits and a minute to eat before sleep (maybe) then start all over again the next day.
Sure, he was lonely. He had coffee every now and then with Hiruma and Kurita if he had the time, maybe once a month. He visited his father every day, updated him on the progress of the company, chatted, sat in companionable silence until his visiting hour was up and he went home. But this was the only amount of social time he ever allowed himself.
That's why he had to turn Asuna down every time. It wasn't ever day, or every week; there was no schedule to the hope, disappointment, hope, gone pattern that they had. She would pop up every now and then and ask him to take a break; go with her for a cup of coffee; eat with her for lunch; let her make him dinner, he must be tired. He couldn't even accept the things that wouldn't get in the way of his time or work- in case it encouraged either of them.
But a year and a half had passed and his father had finally knocked some sense into him… had laid him out on the floor and told him to stop being a pussy and go do his job. Maybe the doctors really were the fools his father proclaimed them to be.
He had hoped so as he brushed out of the room and rushed for the field.
One job done, the Devil Bats were complete again.
He never returned to work.
But now he realized that he had another job as Asuna stared at him from across the room, unblinking, perhaps afraid he might disappear if she did. He gave a placid grin before standing and walking over to her desk and swinging into the chair in front of hers backwards to face her, resting his chin on his hands laid across the top of the back rest.
"Want to eat lunch together?" He asked with a small smile. Her eyes widened before a sweet smile spread across her lips and she nodded.
One job done.